One day, my husband was teaching our girls about God, how He’s a good good Father, yet He is to be reverently feared. He used the imagery they could relate to from their readings in the Chronicles of Narnia, that Aslan is a good lion, but he’s not tame.Continue reading
As our girls admired the picture of their freshly-born baby cousin, our oldest says:
-Mommy, our baby cousin looks like Gracie when she was born, and like Chloe, and like Zoe, and like Ellie, and like… Continue reading
When we’re kids we name the heroes we want to become. As time goes by, those names fade into nothing more than childish fantasies. So, when over night we find ourselves as grown ups (every kids’ dream) we settle for way less than what we dreamed our life to be. Continue reading
I admit. There are days when I feel unworthy to put out there a challenge I have a difficult time following.Continue reading
Legalism. Legalism is like horseradish. You can only have a love-hate relationship with it. It either tickles your tongue, or it makes your eyes cry. It’s so strong and pungent that it triggers various responses to those that are ‘allergic’ to it.Continue reading
“Forward, across, forward, back. Forward, across, forward, back.” instructs our Sunday School teacher the kids as they are getting ready to learn the Irish dance to the music of a very jolly Christmas carol ‘Ding, dong”. Continue reading
“Mommy, I think that daddy is getting shorter.” observes our youngest as we all squeeze into our tight elevator. Continue reading
A week ago, at our home group bible study we had our Christmas party. Among all the fun we had, we also played the White Elephant game. Basically, each person brought a wrapped gift without a name on it. Then, one by one we picked one of the gifts that most captured our attention. (There’s more to the game, but it’s not the point of the story.) Continue reading
Family relations, so sweet and so intricate at the same time. Some siblings start talking about the weather, and the conversation turns into a hurricane. Continue reading
Back in the day, the gender of the baby used to be a surprise till the day of birth. Since no angel announced my brothers’ arrival to my parents, my dad strongly believed that his first born would be a little baby girl called Natasha (which is Naty in Russian). Since Vali was funny and curly, he was a keeper. Continue reading